The Age of Endless Screaming

I had a dream, but it was not as grand as the author's. How should I put it? It was a dream about a person who I didn't know in reality but who really existed and died. She was the sister of my mother's friend. When I woke up from the dream the next day, I asked my mother if this person really existed. My mother said yes, but he had passed away a long time ago. He died very young. In the dream, she fell in love with me. I liked her very much and lived an ordinary life. That period was the most difficult time in my life. I wanted to die at one time, but I dreamed about her that night. I was very happy in the dream. After that, I didn't say that I was completely recovered, but I didn't want to die that much. I kept thinking about her, but now my memory is blurred. I only remember about it.

I have also had such a dream, but there is no savior like Ning Wufei in my dream, only a survival team composed of a few ordinary people struggling to survive in different copies. My dream is still a serial dream, I have had many consecutive dreams, some of which I can't remember clearly. There are zombies and ghosts in the dream, no Cthulhu, and no superpowers (I feel very strange, obviously I am a person who must have superpowers even to read apocalyptic novels, otherwise I can't read them) People who go down, it's incredible to me that there can be no superpowers in such a post-apocalyptic dream). In the beginning, I was alone, and in the end, I slowly formed a team. Moreover, the me in the dream and the me in reality are completely two extremes. In reality, I am a very cold-blooded and selfish egoist. In the dream, I would not leave my companion even when he was injured and fell down, and I would carry him on my back. As a result, both of us were discovered by the monster. (I had this dream three years ago, but I still remember that the monster's neck was very long, reaching the ceiling. The main reason was that the monster was very real and ugly, which impressed me deeply). The monster and I looked at each other and woke up (but I must not have died, because I had another dream after that, and there was a different copy in the dream). I have always been curious about how I escaped at that time. I remember that my teammates and I were in a trap with many traps. It is a place made up of wooden rooms (the rooms will change positions every once in a while, and can be turned upside down and moved left and right). During this period, you not only have to observe and remember the changes in the room, but also be careful not to be discovered by monsters. You also have to bring a pig teammate with you. I was very awake when I had this dream, but I couldn't control myself in the dream, and could only watch all this in my own body in the dream. After waking up from the dream, I didn't feel scared, but more about myself in the dream. I feel disdainful and angry. If in real life I would not only abandon my pig teammates (people who are worthless to me have no need to live, but I won't do it myself, but it will drag down my pig teammates, I will definitely keep them away from me first or kill them directly). I will also make him unable to get up and attract the attention of monsters so that I can escape. I feel that if I got the savior script in the dream, then in reality I will get the villain It's a script. It's said that dreams are reflections of people's innermost beings or parallel time and space. Could it be that I have this kind of dream because I still have a heroic dream in my heart? (I thought about being a hero when I was very young, but the older I get, the more I want to be an ordinary person). Thinking about it gives me a chill. I haven't had this kind of dream for a long time, and I have been avoiding it. I hope I won't continue to have this kind of dream in the future, because I really can't stand it. I am myself, and the content of the dream also makes me very angry. I am obviously a decisive person, but in the dream I become an indecisive virgin hero. I can obviously kill pig teammates, but the result is that I don't kill, and I am dragged down at the critical moment. It is really maddening to be awake but unable to control myself when I am dreaming. I have to watch myself do some things that I despise and least know how to do. It feels like someone has forced me to do it. I gave myself shit to eat, it was so disgusting, I had forced myself to forget about the self in the dream that drove me crazy, but I remembered it again when I saw the author's dream. It was really sinful. I had a premonition that I would start to have this continuous dream again soon. I was still considering whether to write an infinite horror novel, but I have always written fantasy, and I really can't write horror novels. It's a pity that these dreams of mine are good material for infinite streaming.

It was so well written. In the end, the leader lived a happy life. He obviously had memories. This is also the life that the leader hoped for. Humanity was saved and he had a family! Everyone is happy!

It's obviously a very happy ending, but after watching it for so long, I still can't get back to my senses...

Hey, it's obviously he, but I really want to cry, oh oh oh oh

Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking! So pretty!

This kind of cookie made under doomsday despair makes people feel a little sad.

It's great, but the emotional line is a bit lacking. The ending is really bright and fake.

This ending is very evocative

I finished reading it intermittently, and I like the ending!